The
Department of Employment, Division of Labor Standards received a complaint
that Bart was not paying proper wages to his help and sent an agent out
to investigate him.

In
a demanding tone, the agent said, "I need a list of your employees and
how much you pay them."

Bart
replied, "Well, there's two hired hands I pay $250 a week plus free room
and board. Then there's the mentally challenged guy. He works about 18
hours every day and does about 90% of all the work around here. He
makes about $10 per week and pays his own room and board. I do buy
him a bottle of bourbon every Saturday night so he can cope with life and
he gets to sleep with my wife occasionally.

Sensing
an opportunity to assess a big fine, the agent said, "That's the guy I
want to talk to... The mentally challenged one."

Bart's
wife was suspicious that Bart was wandering again and decided to conduct
a test. At 2 o'clock in the morning, she suddenly sat up in bed and yelled,
"Oh No -- My husband's home -- RUN for your life."

Bart
catapulted out of bed, leaped out a closed window, and along with broken
glass, crashed into the ground. Within a nano-second, he vaulted
to his feet and as he gained speed, he smashed through a thorny hedge and
then sprinted into the darkness and out of sight.

About
5 minutes later, bleeding and gasping for breath, he stormed into the bedroom
and screamed at his wife, "I AM your husband."

"We
both know that," she answered icily. "But what I'd like to know is
why you ran like a rabbit chased by a pack of coyotes."

Bart
awoke in a hospital bed in a body cast from head to toe. His associate,
Jack, stood gravely at the foot of the bed.

"What
happened?" moaned Bart.

"You
don't remember?" asked Jack. "After we received those cattle and
got the trucks on the road, we ended up at a party at the hotel.
We had a few beers -- Well, more than a few. Anyway, by 2:00 AM,
you were standing on a 3rd floor balcony rail proclaiming you were going
to fly around the building."

After
spending several hours in one of his branch offices, Bart crossed the street
to visit another of his favorite establishments. As he entered, he
was feeling extremely attractive and charming and his gaze immediately
locked onto an attractive woman sitting alone at the bar. He slithered
up behind her, tapped her on the shoulder, and when she turned, he kissed
her.

She
stared at him with a look of shock and astonishment and Bart said, "Sorry
about that, Darlin', I thought you were my wife."

Over
the shock, the woman responded with anger and contempt, "You low-life --
Get away from me."

Not
the least bit deterred, Bart purred, "That's amazing. You sound just like
her too."

On
a dark night, Bart stumbled out of a country bar a little after midnight
and took a wrong turn. Instead of going to his car, he headed downhill
towards the nearby creek. About 50 feet before he got to the creek,
he hit a lone standing tree head-on. He got up, did a 360, and WHAM
-- He hit the tree again. This happened 3 or 4 more times.
His nose was bleeding, one eye was swelling shut, and his face generally
looked like he'd shaved with a rasp.

In
pain and frustration, he wailed mournfully, "Damn the luck -- Promised
the wife I'd be home early and now I'm lost in a forest."

Bart
partnered with some guys with money to lease and stock a ranch. Bart's
contribution to the deal was his "expertise" and he hired a Mexican crew
to go around the fences. He loaded the crew foreman into his pickup
to show him around.

The
Mexican asked how big the ranch was, and in a boastful tone, Bart answered,
"Amigo, you can drive this pickup for an hour and still not make it to
the backside of the ranch."

The
Mexican said, "I understand, Senor -- I used to have a pickup like that."

Bart
badly misjudged the market, contracted several thousand calves way too
high, and was now completely broke. Taking pity on him, a local rancher
hired him as a ranch hand to give him a chance to get back on his feet.

The
rancher asked, "Do you have a saddle?"

Bart
answered, "No, I had to sell about everything I owned."

Taking
him out to the tack room, the rancher said, "Here's a saddle you can use.
You'll be doctoring calves in the pasture, so you'll need a rope.
Get one from those hanging over there on the wall."

Trying
to appear knowledgeable, Bart carefully examined several ropes before choosing
one, and then asked, "What are you using for bait?"

Following
the conclusion of the special feeder cattle sale, Bart and several of his
associates regrouped at a local tavern to exchange insults, exaggerations,
and lies.

When
the waitress came to the table to take their orders, Bart said, "I'll have
a Bin Laden Special."

Accepting
her fate, the waitress looked tiredly at the ceiling and said, "OK Bart
- I'll play your little game. What is a Bin Laden Special?"

"Why
Darlin', its real simple," Bart said. "It's two shots and a splash
of water."

.

Bart
partnered with another cattle buyer on a big deal, and when the deal closed,
they took their wives out to dinner to celebrate. The other cattle
buyer noticed that each time Bart spoke to his wife, he addressed her with
terms of endearment such as "Darlin", "Sweetheart", "Honey", etc.

When
the wives were away from the table, the other cattle buyer remarked that
it was really nice that after all of the years or marriage, Bart still
called her the little pet names.

Looking
around to make sure no one was listening, Bart responded, "She seems to
like it, but actually the reason is that I keep forgetting her name."

The
washing machine at Bart's house had a meltdown and his wife replaced it
with a new washer/dryer combination leaving them with a dryer still in
good working condition. Bart asked his wife, "What are you going to do
with the old dryer?

She
responded, "I'm going to put a sign on it saying 'In Good Working Condition
- Take It If You Need It' and set it out on the lawn next to the street.
There's bound to be a young couple just starting out that can use it."

However,
a week later the dryer was still out on the lawn and Bart decided it was
time for him to work his magic. He told his wife, "Twenty years of
tradin' cattle has taught me all there is to know about people and marketing.
Asking nothing for something tells people it's worth nothing. Watch
the master and learn."

Bart
proceeded to change the sign to read, "Outstanding Dryer with Lots of Years
of Dependable Service Remaining. ONLY $99.95"

When
he got home that evening, he noticed the dryer was gone so he entered the
house and triumphantly asked his wife, "Who's the best and why am I ?
Tradin' dryers is no different than tradin' cattle. How much did
you get for it ?"

With
a smirk on her face, she said, "Nothing."

Bart
exploded, "What did you do? Give it away when you had a cash customer?"

Trying
her best not to laugh, she answered, "I have to hand it to you, Bart --
You really know people and marketing. Someone stole it."

Bart
had a falling-out with the insurance company that carried his livestock
bond and was filling out an application for a bond with a different company.
One section on the application asked:

Have
you been convicted of a felony? There was a box labeled "NO" followed
by a box labeled "Yes" with an area labeled "Why" to provide details in
the event the applicant had been convicted of a felony.

Bart
checked "NO", and then in the "Why" section below the "Yes" box, answered
honestly:

Bart
strolled into a jewelry store on a Friday evening with an attractive blonde
at his side. He told the jeweler he was looking for a special ring for
his companion.

The
jeweler looked through his stock and brought out a $5,000 ring. Shaking
his head, Bart said, "I'd like to see something more special."

With
$$$$ in his eyes, the jeweler went to his special stock and brought another
ring over. "Here's a stunning ring at only $40,000," he said.The
woman's eyes sparkled and her whole body trembled with excitement.
Smiling fondly at the blonde, Bart said decisively, "We'll take it."

The
jeweler asked how payment would be made and Bart stated, "By check. I know
you need to make sure my check clears so I'll write it now, and you can
call the bank on Monday morning to verify the funds and I'll pickup the
ring Monday afternoon."

Bart
woke up with the realization it was his birthday. He headed downstairs
for breakfast hoping his wife would be pleasant and say “Happy Birthday”
and possibly have a gift for him. As it turned out, she was getting ready
to leave and only said, “Jane called yesterday and needs you to be at her
office this afternoon at 4:30 with your records so she can get your bond
renewed.”

Jane
was one of Bart’s wife’s best friends and owned the insurance agency that
handled Bart’s bond. Promptly at 4:30, Bart was there with a couple
of boot boxes stuffed with his records from last year. Jane sorted
through the contents, asked a few questions, and then said, “I’ll look
this over tomorrow and call if I have any more questions. I noticed
today’s your birthday and it’s about quitting time. Let’s go have
a drink.”

They
had a couple of drinks and on the way back to her office, Jane told Bart
that she needed to stop by her house. When they arrived, she invited
him in and said, “I need to go into the bedroom for just a moment. Make
yourself comfortable.”

She
went into the bedroom, and after a couple of minutes, came out carrying
a huge birthday cake. She was followed by his wife and dozens of
his friends all singing “Happy Birthday.”

The
sale was over and Bart and his associates congregated at a nearby watering
hole. They slid some tables together and it was bedlam with people
coming and going and all talking at the same time. A cell phone rang
and Bart snatched it up, engaged the hands-free speaker-function and answered.
Everyone at the table stopped talking to listen.

Bart:
"Hello"

Woman:
"Honey, it's me. Is the sale over?"

Bart:
“Yep”

Woman:
"I'm at the mall and found this beautiful leather coat. It's only $1,000.
Can I buy it?"

Bart:
"Sure... Go ahead if you like it that much."

Woman:
"I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership. I saw one I really liked."

Bart:
"How much?"

Woman:
"$65,000"

Bart:
"OK, but for that price I want it with all the options."

Woman:
"Great! Oh, and one more thing... The house I wanted last year is back
on the market. They're asking $700,000."

Bart:
"Well, then go ahead and give them an offer, but only for $650,000."

Woman:
"OK. I'll see you later! I love you!"

Bart:
"Bye, I love you, too."

Bart
ended the call and there was complete silence as everyone stared at him
with astonishment and awe. Bart held up the phone and innocently asked.
“Anyone know whose phone this is?”

At
1:00, the auctioneer announced they were going to run dairy cattle for
about an hour. Bart and several of his associates took advantage
of the opportunity to eat lunch in the sale ring’s café. One
of the guys mentioned that his wedding anniversary was rapidly approaching
and he was under intense pressure to get the right gift, since he forgot
it last year.

Talking
about his anniversary reminded him of something and he said, “As I recall,
Bart, your anniversary is this month too. You gonna do anything special?”

With
a far away look in his eyes, Bart replied, “Two years ago, I took
my wife out to Las Vegas. I’m thinking this year I might go back
and get her.”

Bart
was at one of his branch offices, this one more commonly know as the “No
Dogs Allowed Inn” when a guy stormed in, sat down next to him, and said,
“I want some of my money back on that load of steers I bought from you
on Wednesday.”

Bart
studied the guy a moment and asked, “Was the head count wrong or were some
of them sick coming off the truck?”

“No,”
the guy said.

Bart
asked, “Are any of them blind, crippled, or locoed?”

Impatiently,
the guy said, “NO – They’re healthy and doing fine.”

“Well
then,” Bart said. “What’s the problem?”

Indignantly,
the guy answered, “They’re telling me that some of them don’t have enough
frame to gain well, the shrink should have been 3% instead of 2%, and the
slide should have been higher on the deal.”

Bart
sipped his drink and fired up a Marlboro, before responding, “You came
out and looked at those steers. They were in a 40 acre trap and you
saw every one of them. As for the shrink and slide, I always try
to make the best deal for myself as I can because I assume the other guy
is trying to do the same. Your signed contract is on my dashboard.
If you’re going to be in the cattle business, you need to learn that just
because you got out-traded, you weren’t cheated.”

During a lull in the action
while the ring was emptied of cattle and the next group brought in, the
auctioneer read from a note he had just received, "Hey guys, a gentleman
lost his wallet and is offering a $2,000 reward if you find it."

Bart immediately deduced
there must be a wad of cash in the lost wallet and he began frantically
waving at the auctioneer who asked, "Did you find it, Bart?"

Although
Bart viewed it as an occupational hazard, his recent DWI had been a major
inconvenience. In addition to a 30 day suspension of his driver’s
license and a significant fine, he also had to complete a Substance Abuse
course, including passing a final exam.

Only
a few minutes into the test, Bart realized that he should have studied
a little more. Decades of playing high-stakes poker and making high-pressure
cattle trades had conditioned him not to panic. He shrewdly attached a
$100 bill to the back of his test with a note reading, “$1 per point” and
with a knowing wink to the instructor, confidently handed in his test.

A week
later, Bart received the test results in the mail. He tore open the
envelope and found his test results and $61.00 in cash.

Bart was explaining his
'Buffalo Theory' to a young cattle buyer. "You see, Chad, it's like
this -- A buffalo herd can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And
when the herd is attacked by predators, it's the slowest and weakest ones
at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the
herd as a whole because the general speed and health of the whole group
keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members."

He took several sips of his
beverage, primarily Jack Daniels, before continuing, "In much the same
way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells.
Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally,
it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first. So, consuming
copious amounts of alcohol on a regular basis eliminates the weaker brain
cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That's how
I've been able to keep myself so savvy and sharp."

With a whip in one hand
and a hot-shot in the other, Bart was trying to get some yearlings to load
onto the scale. Having had enough, an 800 lb. steer turned and ran
over Bart. The other 21 head did the same, leaving Bart somewhat
tamped into the ground. Several cowboys helped him up and Bart immediately
began complaining loudly that he hurt every place he touched. They
rushed Bart to the emergency room where he was examined by a doctor.

“Doc, I’m hurt bad.
No matter where I touch, the pain is terrible.” To prove his point,
Bart touched his left arm and squealed in pain. Then he touched his
right knee and the sharp intake of breath left no doubt that the pain was
intense.

Baffled, the doctor ordered
x-rays. After looking at the x-rays, the doctor returned to the examination
room where Bart was anxiously awaiting the results.

Bart promised his wife he
would be home from a sale 30 miles away in time to go to her office Christmas
party. However, he managed to stumble in after midnight and this
led to a huge argument. They ended up not talking to each other for
days. Finally, on the 6th day, Bart asked her where one of his shirts
was.

"Oh," she said, "So now you're
speaking to me."

Confused, Bart asked, "What
are you talking about?"

"Haven't you noticed I haven't
spoken to you for six days?" she challenged.

"No," he said sincerely,
"I just thought we were finally getting along."

Bart had been on the road
for 2 weeks finishing the fall run and when he got home, he made dinner
reservations at a fine restaurant for his wife and himself. When
he went to see why his wife was taking so long getting ready, he found
her standing in front of a full-length mirror in the bedroom.

“Bart, I look fat, ugly,
and old. Everything is going wrong with my body” she stated matter
of factually.

Now, if there is anything
Bart knows better than cattle and the cattle market, it is women.
He instinctually realized she was expecting a compliment and the evening
would be a living Hell if he failed to deliver.

“Darlin’, that’s just not
true,” he said in his most soothing tone. “Why, your eyesight is
still darned near perfect.”

Late one evening, Bart heard
some strange noises outside. He peered out the back door and saw
2 or 3 guy stealing things out of his barn.

He phoned the police and
was asked, "Have they made an attempt to enter your house?"

Slightly miffed by the question,
Bart replied, "No -- But they haven't emptied the barn yet."

The dispatcher said all patrols
were busy, but she would send the first one that was available.

Bart waited a minute and
called the police again, "I called you a minute ago because there were
people in my barn. Well, you don't have to worry about them now because
I've just shot all the SOB's!" Then he hung up.

Within five minutes, 3 police
cars, a Swat team, and 2 ambulances showed up at Bart's and caught the
burglars red-handed.

Accusingly, the officer in
charge said to Bart, "I thought you told the dispatcher you shot them."

Unconcerned, Bart replied,
"I thought she said there weren't any units available."

As usual, Bart was running
late. He was speeding down a country road, and when he came to an
intersection with a STOP sign, he slowed down to check for traffic and
then accelerated through the intersection. Unfortunately, the time-saving
technique was witnessed by a deputy sheriff who pulled Bart over.

After checking Bart's license,
registration, and proof of insurance, the deputy said, "Sir, I'm going
to issue you a citation for failure to stop."

Exasperated, Bart snarled,
"Look here, Officer -- We're the only ones around for miles. I slowed
down enough to see no traffic was coming. You need to use some common
sense."

Without a word, the officer
whacked Bart's head three times in quick succession with his night stick
and then said, "Sir, let me test your common sense -- Should I slow down
or stop?"

Todd hung up the phone and
told his friend, “He got me again. That was the feedyard -- The “Angus
& Black Baldy” steers I bought from Bart got there and they’re every
color in the spectrum and every breed known to mankind including a healthy
dose of what they’re guessing might be polled Longhorns. I’m gonna
kill Bart when I find him.”

His friend laughed and said,
“You know you won’t stay mad at ol’ Bart. Tell me this – If you only
had 2 rounds in your gun and you went into a room and there was a rattlesnake,
Osama bin Laden, and Bart, what would you do?”

Out of the blue, an old
girlfriend Bart hadn't seen for years called him.

After they had visited a
while, she said, "I'd love to see you, Bart. Do you ever get down
this way anymore?"

"Well, darlin', you're in
luck," Bart purred, "I have to look at some cattle down that way next week.
But you have to realize I'm a little grayer than the last time you saw
me and I've put on about 15 pounds."

With a girlish laugh, she
said, "That's not so bad. I've gained a lot more than that."

Bart completed a 6 hour
business meeting at one of his branch offices, this one more commonly known
as The Last Chance Bar & Grill.

When he got in his car to
start home, he was astounded at what he found. He called the police
department, and with a tone of fury combined with indignation, he yelled,
"My Lincoln has been vandalized. They stole the dashboard, the steering
wheel, the brake pedal, even the accelerator !!!"

However, before a unit could
be dispatched to the crime scene, the phone rang a second time at the police
department and Bart was on the line.

"Never mind about that vandalism
report," he said, "I got in the back seat by mistake."

The farther south Bart drove,
the more worried he became. He sold 1,000 Mexican steers to a feedyard
and they insisted he had to be at the border when the cattle were crossed.
His concern was that with all of the recent border violence, combined with
his innate ability to be at the wrong spot at the right time for a disaster,
it was likely something really bad was going to happen to him.

By the time he reached the
border town, Bart was as nervous as a deer on a firing range. With
his survival instincts at a fever pitch, he astutely checked into a motel
with an adjoining restaurant that was farthermost from the border.
And with a bunker mentality that rivaled Hitler's, Bart vowed that after
he had dinner, he was going to seclude himself in his room for the night.
While eating, he struck up a conversation with a guy at the next table.

"You ever think about moving
to a safer place to live?" Bart asked.

The man replied, "A lot of
what you see on the news is exaggeration. It's just not that bad
down here. My wife and I live in a nice neighborhood, our kids go
to excellent schools, and we have good jobs."

After
years of marriage filled with constant strife, Bart's wife decided the
only way to save their marriage was to try counseling. When they arrived
at the counselor's office, the counselor jumped right in and opened the
floor for discussion. "What seems to be the problem?"

Bart
stared blankly at the picture on the opposite wall while his wife began
talking 90 miles an hour describing all of his transgressions and faults.
After 15 minutes of listening, the counselor went over to her, picked her
up by her shoulders, kissed her passionately, and sat her back down.

She
was speechless.

The
marriage counselor looked over at Bart and said, "Your wife NEEDS ROMANCE
at least twice a week!"

Bart
responded immediately... "I can have her here on Mondays and Thursdays."

Bart
was receiving cattle, and the night before delivery, he drove to the small
town and got a motel room so he could be at the pens early the next morning.
After dinner, he found himself in the motel lounge where a man was shooting
pool by himself. Now, Bart had spent several decades honing his bar
room pool-shooting skills and not one to squander an opportunity, he slithered
over and asked the man if he would like some competition. The man agreed
and they played two games, each winning a game.

Bart
said, "Looks like we're about evenly matched. Would you like to make it
interesting? Say the best 2 out of 3 for $50.00."

The
man agreed and when Bart let him have the break, the man missed on his
third shot. As Bart deftly chalked his cue stick, he surveyed the
table. He then ran the table, broke on the second game, and ran the
table again.

As
Bart was pocketing the $50, he asked, "What do you do around here?"

The
man replied he was the priest at the local Catholic church.

Even
Bart was flustered by the answer and he mumbled a half-hearted offer to
return his winnings.

The
priest said, "No -- You won fair and square and I was foolish to bet with
you. You keep your winnings. But if you're not feeling good about
yourself, you could come to church on Sunday and make a donation.
And, if you want to bring your mother and father along, I'll marry them."

Because
Bart had experienced more close calls than the average man, he spent a
lot more time reflecting on his mortality. In one of these moments,
he said to his wife, "Darlin', if I die, I'm guessing you'll remarry and
that's OK. But promise me you'll sell all of my possessions first.
I can't stand the thought of some other jerk using my things."

With
a steely look in her eyes, she responded, "What makes you think I'll marry
another jerk?"

Bart
was trying to reassure an irate rancher from whom he had bought several
loads of cattle the previous week.

“I
understand completely, Mr. Jones,” Bart purred. “I’d be a little riled
too if I got a check back for over $100,000 marked Insufficient Funds.
First thing Monday morning, I’ll wire that money to you. But it wasn’t
my account that was short. You know how this economy is. -- It was
the bank that had Insufficient Funds.”

Bart
had been slipping in and out of a coma for several days. Things looked
grim, but his wife was by his bedside every single day. One day, as he
slipped back into consciousness, Bart motioned for her to come nearer.
She pulled the chair up to the bed and leaned closer to be able to hear
him.

"You
know" he whispered, his eyes filling with tears, "You've been with me through
all the bad times. When I got fired, you stuck right beside me. Every time
I went broke, there you were. When we lost the house, you were there.
When I got shot, you stuck with me. And now with my health problems, you
are still by my side. And you know what?"

"What,
dear?" she asked gently, smiling to herself.

"I'm
thinking you're bad luck."

Bart
was going to look at a big string of yearlings and was flying low down
an unfenced country road when he came onto a group of cattle crossing the
road. Despite his best efforts, he ran over a heifer calf.
The damage to his car was negligible but the calf was obviously dead.

The
owner drove up, looked the situation over, and said, "Mister, looks like
you just bought a heifer calf."

Bart
apologized for the mishap and asked, "How much was she worth?"

"Well,
today she was worth about $300.00, but she was a really good heifer and
I would have kept her as a replacement heifer. Two years from now,
she'd be worth all of $1,200.00."

Bart
was running late and didn't want lose more time arguing, so he made out
a check for $1,200.00 and gave it to the rancher.

After
Bart had sped away, the rancher noticed the check was post dated for 2
years.

On
a hot summer afternoon, Bart was putting out salt blocks on a place he
had leased near town. He pulled up to a pond and immediately noticed a
nearby tree draped with feminine clothing and four college-age girls taking
a swim.

One
of the girls shouted to him, “We’re not coming out until you leave!”

Bart
replied, “I didn’t come down here to watch you ladies swim or make you
get out of the pond -- I just came by to feed my alligators.”

Bart
slithered into his favorite bar and ordered a drink. The bartender noticed
Bart kept looking over his shoulder and appeared to be nervous, so he asked
him if anything was wrong.

"I'm
a little stressed," Bart admitted. "Actually, I'm scared out of my mind
-- Some ticked-off husband put a note in my pickup and said he would kill
me if I didn't stop messing around with his wife."

"So
stop," the barkeep said.

"How
can I ?" Bart asked, totally frustrated. "The fool didn't sign his
name !!!"

The
years had passed by and it was time for the cattle buyer to send his son
off to college. He told the boy, "Son, you can take the old blue
pickup. Its not fancy, but its dependable. And take ol' Jake...
That crazy dog will keep you company. He's always in my way and follows
me everywhere I go, even when I go to town."

His
son took to college life like a duck to water. Within 45 days, he
had partied away all the money that was supposed to last the whole semester.
In a bind, the boy called his cattle buyer... "Dad, you won't believe this.
One of my professors says Jake is so smart that he can teach him to talk.
But it will cost $1,000.00 for his time.

Being
as astute businessman, the cattle buyer quickly grasped the fact that a
dog that could talk would be worth $millions. "Son, I'll send you
a check today."

After
another month and a lot of partying, the boy was broke again. So
he called the cattle buyer, "Dad, that professor has Jake talking like
he's been doing it all his life. And get this... For another $1,000,
the professor thinks he can teach him to read."

Now,
a dog that can talk and read if worth a lot more than a dog that can just
talk and the cattle buyer realized this. "Son, I'll send you another
check today."

By
the time the boy had blown the $1,000, it was time for the Thanksgiving
break, so with a lot of misgivings, he started home. About 100 miles
from the house, his fertile mind came up with a strategy that he hoped
would save his life.

He
called his dad from his cell phone... "Dad, Jake and I are a couple of
hours away. But there's a problem... As we were going down the road,
out of the blue, Ol' Jake looked up from the newspaper he was reading and
told me he was really going to be glad to get home so he could tell Mom
about all those other women he's seen you with."

There
was a moment of dead silence and then the cattle buyer said, "Son, you
listen to me and do exactly what I tell you... Pull over, throw that dog
out of the pickup, and you shoot that lying SOB."

A
cattle buyer was driving across a high bridge in Texas. As he neared
the middle of the bridge, he noticed a young man climb onto the railing
getting ready to jump.

The
cattle buyer screeched to a halt, rolled down his window and said,
"Hey buddy - Don't jump. It can't be that bad."

The
guy said, "Its that bad."

In
the soothing tone he normally reserved for trying to buy yearlings for
$5 under the market from grieving widows , the cattle buyer said, "Think
of your wife and children."

A
cattle buyer went into a jewelry store and bought an expensive locket as
a birthday present for his girlfriend.

"Do
you want her name engraved upon it ?" asked the jeweler.

The
cattle buyer thought for a moment and replied, "No name, but engrave ~To
My One And Only Love~ on it. Sooner or later, we'll break
up and there's a good chance she'll be so mad that she will throw everything
at me that I ever gave her. And if she does, I can use it again."

Just
because Slim was a cattle buyer didn't mean he wasn't a good Christian.
In fact, Slim rarely missed going to Church. His church had a gossip,
Bertha, who was the self-appointed monitor of the congregation's morals.
She was constantly sticking her nose into others people's business.
Most of the members did not approve of her activities, but feared her enough
to maintain their silence.

She
made a mistake, however, when she accused Slim of being an alcoholic after
she saw his pickup parked in front of the town's only bar one afternoon.
She emphatically told Slim, in front of the entire congregation, that everyone
seeing it there would know exactly what he was doing.

Slim,
a man of few words, stared at her for a moment and just turned and walked
away. He didn't explain, defend, or deny. He said nothing.
Later that evening, Slim quietly parked his pickup in front of Bertha's
house, walked home, and left it there all night.

Two
cattle buyers hired a pilot to fly them to Canada to hunt moose. They each
bagged two moose.

As
they started loading the plane for the return trip home, the pilot told
them the plane could take only two moose and that they would have to leave
two.

The
cattle buyers objected strongly. Bart told the pilot, "Hell, last
year we shot four moose and the pilot let us put them all on board and
he had the same plane as yours."

Ace
chimed in, "Yeah, but then he was a damned good pilot."

Reluctantly,
the pilot gave in and all four were loaded. Unfortunately, even at
full power, the plane couldn't handle the load and went down shortly after
takeoff.

Climbing
out of the wreckage, Ace asked Bart, "Any idea where we are?"

Bart
replied, "I think we're pretty close to where we crashed last year."

A
lawyer, an oilman, and a cattle buyer were sitting in a bar in San Antonio.
The view of the river was fantastic, the beer was ice cold, and the food
exceptional.

"But,"
said the lawyer, "I still prefer the beer joints back in Austin. There's
one place where the owner goes out of his way for the locals. When you
buy 4 beers, he will buy the 5th."

The
oilman said "Well, at my local bar in Houston, the owner will buy your
3rd drink after you've bought 2."

"Hell,
that's nothin'," the cattle buyer responded." Up in Dallas, there's
this bar where the moment you set foot in the place they'll buy you a drink
and keep them coming all night. Then when you've had enough to drink, you
go upstairs for a little romantic activity. And it's all on the house."

The
lawyer and the oilman immediately doubted the cattle buyer's claims.

"And
this actually happened to you?" asked the lawyer.

"No,
not myself personally," admitted the cattle buyer. "But it did happen
to my wife."

Bart
badly misjudged the market, contracted a big string of calves way too high,
and was now completely broke. Taking pity on him, a local rancher
hired him as a ranch hand to give him a chance to get back on his feet.

The
rancher asked, "Do you have a saddle?"

Bart
answered, "No, I had to sell about everyting I owned."

Taking
him out to the tack room, the rancher said, "Here's a saddle you can use.
You'll be roping calves and doctoring them, so you'll need a rope. Get
one from those hanging over there on the wall."

Trying
to appear knowledgeable, Bart carefully examined several ropes before choosing
one, and then asked... "What do you use for bait?"

A
lawyer was pheasant hunting and he shot and dropped a bird. It fell
into a cattle pasture on the other side of the fence. As the lawyer
climbed over the fence, an elderly cattle buyer drove up and asked the
lawyer what he was doing.

The
lawyer responded, "What the Hell does it look like I'm doing? I shot
a pheasant and it fell in this pasture and now I'm going to retrieve it."

The
cattle buyer replied, "I don't care for your attitude. This is my
property and I want you gone."

The
indignant lawyer said, "I'm one of the best trial attorneys in the country
and if you don't let me get that pheasant, I'll sue you for everything
you own."

The
cattle buyer said, "Apparently you don't know how we settle disputes around
here. We settle small disagreements like this with the Three Kick
Rule."

The
lawyer asked, "What's that?"

The
cattle buyer replied, "Well, because the dispute occured on my land, first
I kick you three times and then you kick me three times and so on, back
and forth, until someone gives up."

The
attorney thought about the proposed contest and decided that he could easily
take the old codger. He agreed to abide by the local custom.

The
old cattle buyer slowly climbed out of his pickup and walked up to the
attorney. His first kick planted the toe of his heavy steel-toed work boot
into the lawyer's groin and dropped him to his knees. His second kick to
the midriff sent the lawyer's last meal gushing from his mouth. The barrister
was on all fours when the cattle buyer's third kick to his rear end sent
him face-first into a fresh cow pie.

The
lawyer summoned every bit of his will and managed to get to his feet. Wiping
his face with the arm of his jacket, he said, "Okay, you old coot. Now
it's my turn."

The
cattle buyer smiled and said, "Naw, I give up... You can have the pheasant."

Two
cattle buyers from Oklahoma were on a trip to Central Texas to look at
a set of cows when they were pulled over by a State Trooper. The trooper
walked up and tapped on the driver-side window with his nightstick. The
cattle buyer rolled down the window and WHACK, the trooper smacked him
in the head with his nightstick.

"What
the hell was that for?" the cattle buyer asked.

"You're
in Texas, " the trooper answered. "When we pull you over in Texas, you
better have your license ready by the time we get to your car."

The
trooper ran a check on the license and the cattle buyer was clean, so he
gave him his license back. The trooper then walked around to the passenger
side and tapped on the window and the other cattle buyer rolled down the
window and "WHACK", the trooper smacked him on the head with the nightstick.

J.W.
had been so busy trying to put together some big cattle deals that he forgot
his wedding anniversay for the 10th time in 14 years. After 3 days
of his wife not speaking to him, he decided to make a valiant attempt to
get back on her better side.

J.W.
purred, "Honey, I'd like to buy you a new SUV."

"I
don't need a new SUV," she said. "Besides, they get lousy gas mileage."

Taking
the rebuff in stride, J.W. said, Well, then let's go to Las Vegas for several
days."

She
looked him straight in the eye and said in a tone dripping with sarcasm,
"With you? I don't think so."

Now,
getting desparate, J.W. whined, "Isn't there something I can give you that'll
make you happy?"

The
cattle buyer suspected his wife was not hearing as well as she used to,
and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to
approach her, he called the family doctor to discuss the problem.

The
doctor told him there is a simple informal test the cattle buyer could
perform to give the doctor a better idea about her hearing loss.
"Here's what you do," said the doctor. "Stand about 40 feet away
from her and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears
you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get
a response.

That
evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the den.
He said to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away. Let's see what happens.”
In a normal tone he asked, "Honey, what's for dinner?"

No
response... So the cattle buyer moved ten feet closer to the kitchen,
about 30 feet from his wife, and repeated, "Honey, what's for dinner?"

Still
no response... Next he moved into the dining room where he was about 20
feet from his wife and asked, "Honey, what's for dinner?"

Again,
no response... Then he walked up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away.
"Honey, what's for dinner?"

Again,
there was no response... So he walked right up behind her. "Honey,
what's for dinner?"

"Dammit
Bart! For the fifth time... WE'RE HAVING STEAK!"

The
cattle buyer was at his favorite watering hole and flirting with his favorite
cocktail waitress when a loud argument started at a nearby table.
The argument was about why oil prices keep going higher.

The
cattle buyer listened for a few moments, and never being shy about sharing
his opinions, he slid his chair over the table and joined the discussion…

“You
guys have it all wrong. It’s really pretty simple how we came to
have an oil shortage here in America… Nobody bothered to check the oil.”

He
continued, “We just didn't know we were getting low in production and refining
capacity. The reason for that is purely geographical. Most of our
oil production is located in Alaska, California, Louisiana, Oklahoma, New
Mexico, and Texas.”

“And
our DIPSTICKS are located in Washington, DC.”

The
cattle buyer got in his Escalade, drove to a neighboring farm and knocked
on the farmhouse door. A young boy about 12 years old opened the door.

"Is
your pa home?" asked the cattle buyer.

"No,
sir, he ain't", the boy said. "He went to town."

"Well
," said the cattle buyer, "Is your ma here?"

"No
sir, she ain't here neither. She went to town with Pa."

"How
about your brother, Howard? Is he here?

"He
went with Ma and Pa."

The
cattle buyer stood there, shifting from one foot to the other and mumbling
to himself.

"Is
there anything I can do fer ya?" the boy asked politely. "I know where
all the tools is, if you want to borry one. Or maybe I could take a message
fer Pa?"

The
boy considered for a moment... "You would have to talk to Pa about that,"
he finally conceded. "If it helps ya any, I know he charges $50 for the
bull and $25 for the boar. But I really don't how much he charges fer Howard."

A
police officer stopped a cattle buyer for speeding and asked to see his
driver's license.

Indignantly,
the cattle buyer replied, "You guys need to get your act together... Yesterday,
you took my license away and today you expect me to show it to you."

A
cattle buyer died and found himself in Hell. As he was moping around
and complaining that he'd never done anything bad enough to end up in Hell,
Satan approached and asked what was wrong.

"What
do you think is wrong? I'm in Hell." answered the cattle buyer. Satan
said, "Well, it's not so bad down here. Let me ask you... Are you a drinking
man?" "Yes,
I like to drink some" said the cattle buyer. "Well,
on Mondays, all we do here is drink. Beer, vodka, wine, whiskey,
you name it. We drink until we get sick and then we drink some more," responded
Satan . "That
sounds pretty good" the cattle buyer replied.

"Do
you smoke?" asked Satan . "Yes,
I smoke," said the cattle buyer. "Well,
on Tuesdays all we do here is smoke" Satan said, "Cigarettes, cigars, pipes,
all of it. And the great part is is that you don't have to worry
about lung cancer because you're already dead."The
cattle buyer said, "That's a pretty good deal"

"How
about drug use?" Satan asked."Well,
yes, I have tried drugs different times" said the cattle buyer. Proudly,
Satan said, "On Wednesdays, all we do is drugs... Pot, coke, heroin.
And the best part is you don't have to worry about an overdose because
you're dead." The
cattle buyer said, "All right, this might not be so bad"

Then
Satan asked," Do you gamble?" "Yes,
I like to gamble", replied the cattle buyer "On
Thursdays, we gamble. We play poker, craps, roulette, slots, everything.
And if you go broke, who cares. You're dead," Satan said with a smirk. "I
think I'm gonna like it down here." said the cattle buyer.

The
cattle buyer had been promising his wife for several months that he would
cut up a stack of old fence posts for firewood. After the first snow
of the year, he decided it would be easier to cut up the posts than to
listen to his wife complaining about not having any wood.

He
went out to the shop and got a saw. It took him 10 minutes to cut
1 piece with the hand saw and he was so out of breath, he had to lean against
a tree to stay on his feet. After he got his breath, he headed to
town and went to the hardware store. They sold him a new chain saw
and assured his that he could cut a cord a day with the saw.

He
got home and went to work. But it took him 20 minutes with the chain
saw to make 1 cut. Cursing all the way, he sped back to town, stormed
into the hardware store, slammed the chainsaw down on the counter, and
snarled at the clerk, "There's something wrong with this damned saw.
I can cut twice as fast with my hand saw."

The
clerk said, "I'm sorry, sir. Let's go out back to the lumberyard
and I'll see if I can figure out what's wrong."

The
clerk clicked the switch to "Run", set the choke, and pulled on the starter
rope. The saw started on the first pull.

Startled,
the cattle buyer jumped back and shouted, "What in the Hell is all that
noise ?"

A
successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was
a very good looking woman, and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very
little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for
a ranch hand.

Two
men applied for the job. One was a cowboy and the other a cattle buyer.
She checked their references and learned the cowboy was a hopeless womanizer
with a drinking problem. The cattle buyer listed his banker as a
reference and the banker told the widow that the cattle buyer was honest
and hardworking and she would be completely safe having him around.

She
hired the cattle buyer and he proved to be a hard worker who put in long
hours every day and knew a lot about ranching. After a month, the
rancher's widow said to the cattle buyer, "You've done a really good job
and the ranch looks great. You should go into town and kick up your heels."
The cattle buyer readily agreed and went into town on Saturday night.

However
one o'clock came and he didn't return. Two o'clock, and no cattle buyer.
He returned around two-thirty and upon entering the room, he found the
rancher's widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting
for him.

She
quietly called him over to her. "Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she
said. Nervously, he did as she directed. "Now take off my boots." He did
as she asked, ever so slowly. "Now take off my socks." He removed each
gently and placed them neatly by her boots. "Now take off my skirt."

He
slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the firelight.

"Now
take off my bra." With trembling hands he did as he was told and dropped
it to the floor. Now," she said, "take off my panties."

By
the light of the fire, he slowly pulled them down and off. Then she looked
at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you're fired."

Late
one Fall, a cattle buyer was taking delivery of 1,500 yearlings 180 miles
away. Because of the number of cattle and several sellers being involved,
he took his secretary with him to help with the tallying and paperwork.
By the time they got the cattle weighed, loaded, and the trucks on the
road, there were a few snowflakes in the air.

The
cattle buyer and his secretary stopped at a restaurant to get something
to eat and by the time they finished eating, a full fledged blizzard was
underway. They started for home, but only went about 20 miles before
they came to a road block where the Highway Patrol was turning traffic
around because the road was closed due to white-out conditions 50 miles
down the road.

They
went back to the only motel in town to get a couple of rooms but there
was only one room left and it only had 1 bed. They talked it over
and decided they didn't have any choice but to share the room. Later
that evening, they went to bed and the secretary said, "I'm a little cold...
Would you mind getting me an extra blanket?"

The
cattle buyer thought a moment and then replied, "You know what... Since
we're sleeping in the same bed tonight, maybe we ought to act like we're
married."

With
a twinkle in her eye, the secretary said, "That doesn't sound like too
bad of an idea."

"O.K.
then" replied the cattle buyer, "Get up and get your own damned blanket."

A
cattle buyer stumbled through the front door of a tavern, staggered up
to the bar, and with difficulty, crawled onto a barstool where he swayed
back and forth.

After
he finally got stablized on the barstool, he yelled at the bartender, "Give
me a double shot of your best whisky,"

The
bartender politely replied, "Sir, it appears you've had enough to drink.
I'm not going to be able to serve you. Let me call you a cab so you
get home safely."

Incredulous,
the cattle buyer said, "Let me tell you where you can go. I should
have known better than to come into this dive."

Gathering
all of the dignity he could muster, the cattle buyer weaved his way out
of the bar. About 10 minutes later, he wobbled through the side door
of the bar and ordered a drink. The bartender again refused to serve
him and asked him to leave the bar.

A little
later, the cattle buyer came into the bar through the back door and demanded
a drink.

The
bartender said, "Look buddy... You're drunk and I'm not going to serve
you. Now you can either let me call a cab or the police. It's
your choice."

The
cattle buyer slobbered, "Damn... How many places do you tend bar?"

Bart
was walking out to the barn to do chores when he tripped over something
that was nearly completely buried. It was an old oil lamp. He dug
it out of the ground, rubbed off some of the dirt, and a genie appeared
and informed Bart that he would grant him 3 wishes, but 1 month apart.

In
addition to being an order buyer, Bart always had some cattle on feed,
so he told the genie, "I'd like the fat cattle market to trade at $110
next week."

"As
you wish," said the genie.

A month
to the day later, Bart rubbed on the lamp again. The genie appeared
and said, "What is your 2nd wish?"

Bart
replied, "I wish for a $110 fat cattle market next week."

"Wait
a minute... Wasn't that your first wish?" asked the genie.

"Yeah,
it was," Bart said sheepishly, "But I thought the market was going higher...
This time I'll take a $110 bid."

A
bartender had the uncanny ability to accurately guess a person's IQ by
just looking into his eyes. Last Friday, a well dressed gentlemen
came in and ordered scotch and water. The bartender assessed the
man's IQ to be 151 and he asked the man his opinion about the global warming
controversy and received an intelligent and informed response.

His
next customer ordered a Michelob and the bartender guessed his IQ to be
128 and engaged him in a lively discussion about sports.

The
next man to come in ordered 3 Wild Turkeys. The bartended looked
him in the eye and saw that the IQ was only 88. He asked, "How many years
have you been buying cattle?"

A
cattle buyer had not been feeling well for about a month or so and went
to see a doctor. After a preliminary examination, the doctor asked,
"Do you drink?"

The
cattle buyer replied, "Some."

The
doctor pressed the point, "On an average, how much do you drink per day?"

After
some deep thought, the cattle buyer answered, "Oh, I guess about 10 or
12."

The
doctor asked, "10 or 12 what?"

Reluctantly,
the cattle buyer said... "10 or 12 hours."

A
woman decided to have cosmetic surgery, including a facelift and breast
implants. She spent $7,500 and felt pretty good about the results.
On her way home from the final checkup following the surgery, she decided
to celebrate by having dinner at a restaurant. While checking out
at the restaurant, she asked the cashier, "I hope you don't mind my asking,
but how old do you think I am?"

"About
32", the cashier replied.

"I'm
actually 47," the woman said happily.

Now
she was feeling really good about herself and decided to have a drink in
the restaurant's lounge.

She
was seated and served in the back of the lounge next to a cattle buyer
and they began visiting. She asked the cattle buyer, "How old do
you think I am?"

Squinting
at her, he said, "It's too dark back here to tell by looking. But
I know another way to tell your age, but it requires you to let me feel
your breasts. Then I can tell exactly how old you are."

Because
it was dark and no one was sitting near them, the woman let curiosity get
the best of her. She
said, "What the Hell... Go ahead."

The
cattle buyer slipped both hands up her blouse, under her bra, and begins
to feel around. After a couple of minutes, she said impatiently, "Okay,
okay, enough feeling. How old am I?"

He
removed his hands and said, "You are 47."

Stunned,
the woman said, "That is amazing! You could really tell by feeling?"

The
cattle buyer replied, "Actually, I was behind you in line at the restaurant
checkout."

After
the local cattle auction was over, Bart stopped at a bar for a drink before
he started home. As he sat there sipping his whiskey, a young lady
sat down next to him. After she ordered her drink, she turned to
Bart and asked him, "Are you a real cowboy?"

Bart
replied, "Well, I've done my share of herding cows, breaking horses, mending
fences, but I haven't done much of that in quite a few years. Now,
I have an order buying service and mostly just buy and trade cattle."

After
a short while he asked her, "What about you... What are you?"

The
young lady laughed and said, "Actually, I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole
day thinking about women. As soon as I get up in the morning I think of
women, when I eat, shower, watch TV, everything seems to make me think
of women."

After
the girl left, a couple sat down next to Bart, and eyeing his black hat,
the man asked, ""Are you a real cowboy?"

To
which Bart replied, "I always thought I was, but I just found out that
I'm probably a lesbian."

An
old rancher was on his deathbed... Knowing that he probably would not live
out the night, the rancher asked a nurse if she would call Ed and Larry,
two local cattle buyers, and ask them to come to the hospital.

Ed
and Larry walked into the hospital room knowing that their old friend was
not long for this world. After thanking them for coming, the rancher
asked, "Would you two do me a favor by sitting with me until I die?"

They
both answered that they would stay.

Then
the rancher asked, "Ed, would you sit on the left side of my bed?
And Larry, would you sit on the right side of my bed?"

The
cattle buyers seated themselves as the rancher requested.

After
about an hour, Ed asked the rancher. "Why do you want us on each side of
you?

The
rancher replied, "I'm a God fearing man and I would like to die the same
way Jesus died... With a thief on each side.

Two
cattle buyers went deer hunting and one of them got a really big buck.
After dressing him out, each cattle buyer grabbed a hind leg and they started
pulling the deer towards their truck.

About
halfway to the truck, they met another hunter and he said, "Really nice
buck you got there, but I think if you pulled him by his horns, it would
be a lot better than dragging him by his hind legs."

The
cattlebuyers tried it and after a while one said, "This sure is better.
He drags a lot smoother this way."

The
other cattle buyer said... "Yeah, but we're getting farther away from the
truck."

Two
cattle buyers left the bar after a long night of drinking and got into
their car. Bart was driving and he started it up. After a couple
of minutes of driving, an old man's face appeared in the passenger window
and tapped lightly.

Jake
screamed, "Look at the window. There's an old ghost's face there!" Bart
sped up, but the face stayed in the window. Jed rolled his window down
part way and, scared out of his wits, said, "What do you want?"

The
old man softly replied, "You got a cigarette?" Jake handed the old man
a cigarette and yelled, "Step on it," to Bart, rolling up the window in
terror.

A few
minutes later they calmed down and started laughing. Bart said, "I don't
know what happened, but don't worry... the speedometer says we're doing
80 now." All of a sudden there was a light tapping on the window and the
old man reappeared.

"There
he is again," Jake yelled. He rolled down the window and shakily said,
"Yes?"

"Do
you have a light?" the old man quietly asked. Jake threw a lighter out
the window saying, "Step on it!"

They
were driving about 100 miles an hour, trying to forget what they had just
seen and heard, when all of a sudden there came some more tapping.

The
old man gently replied, "You guys want some help getting out of the mud?"

On
the first day of school, the kindergarten teacher asked a little boy if
he knew his numbers.

"Yes,"
he said. "My dad's a cattle buyer and he taught me to how to work with
numbers."

"That's
good," said the teacher. "Let's see what you know... What comes after three?"

"Four,"
answered the little boy.

"What
comes after six?"

"Seven."

"Your
dad did a good job," said the teacher. "Let's try one more... What
comes after ten?"

Confidently,
the little boy answered... "A jack."

A
cattle buyer was on the road and checked into a motel for the night.
He went out to dinner, and on his way back to the motel, he stopped at
a lounge where he met an attractive woman and ended up going home with
her.

The
next morning, he noticed a picture of a man on the woman’s dresser and
asked, “Who’s the guy in the picture?”

She
replied, “Don’t worry about it.”

A little
concerned, he asked, “Well, is he your husband?” She said she was
not married.

“Your
boyfriend?”

“No,
I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Your
brother?”

“No”

“Well,
then who in the Hell is it?” demanded the cattle buyer.

The
woman replied, “If you have to know, it was me before my operation.”

A
prosperous cattle buyer decided he needed to settle down. He had
three girlfriends, but couldn't decide which one to marry. He decided
to give each of his girlfriends $2,000 and see how they spent the money.

The
first one went out and got a total makeover with the money. She bought
new clothes, a new hairdo, manicure, pedicure, the works, and told the
cattle buyer, "I wanted to look pretty for you because I love you so much."

The
second girl went out and bought new golf clubs, a CD player, a television,
and a stereo and gave them to the cattle buyer. She said, "I bought these
gifts for you with the money because I love you so much."

The
third girl took the $2,000 and invested it in the stock market, doubled
the investment, returned the $2,000 to the cattle buyer and reinvested
the rest. She said, "I'm investing the rest for our future because I love
you so much."

The
cattle buyer thought long and hard about how each of the women spent the
money... It was an agonizing decision, but he finally decided to
marry the one with the biggest breasts.

.

A
cattle buyer bought a load of heifers and before he could get them sold,
the market went down, leaving him looking at a significant loss.
He decided to keep the heifers and breed them in hope he could recoup his
loss by selling them as bred heifers later on. He bought 2 bulls
from a nearby rancher and turned them out with the heifers.

In
about a week, the cattle buyer saw the rancher in town and said, "I want
my money back on those damned bulls you sold me. All they do is eat
grass and won't even look at the heifers."

The
rancher replied, "I'll sure take them back, but before I do, let me send
my vet out to your place to take a look at those bulls."

A week
later, the rancher saw the cattle buyer and asked if the vet's visit did
any good.

The
cattle buyer replied, "The vet did a Hell of job on those bulls. They bred
all my heifers, broke through the fence, and bred about half of my neighbor's
cows before we could get them out."

"Glad
to hear that" said the rancher. "What did the vet do to those bulls?"

"Just
gave them some pills," replied the cattle buyer.

"What
kind of pills?" asked the rancher.

"Don't
know," said the cattle buyer... "But they sort of taste like peppermint."

A
grade school teacher was asking students what their fathers did for a living.
"Tim, you be first," she said. "What does your father do all day?"

Tim
stood up and proudly said, "He's a doctor."

"That's
wonderful. How about you, Amy?"

Amy
shyly stood up, scuffed her feet and said, "My father is a mailman."

"Thank
you, Amy," said the teacher. "What about your father, Jack?"

Jack
stood up and announced, "My daddy is a thief, a drug dealer, and a pimp."

The
teacher was aghast and promptly changed the subject to geography. Later
that day she phoned Jack's house and asked his mother to come to school
for a conference. When she arrived, the teacher explained what her son
had said and asked if there might be some logical explanation.

Jack's
mother said, "Jack's father is actually a cattle buyer... But how can I
explain a thing like that to a seven-year-old?"

Bart,
a local cattle buyer, stormed into the office at the County Road Department
and demanded to see the foreman.

"I
live on County Road 44," fumed Bart, "And I want you to move the "Deer
Crossing" sign that's on that sharp curve near Oak Creek."

The
foreman asked, "Just why do you want the sign moved?"

"Every
time I come home after dark, I nearly hit a deer on that curve because
you can't see them until it's almost too late," explained Bart.

"I
guess I don't understand," said the foreman, "How will moving the sign
help?"

"Not
too sharp, are you?" snarled Bart... "If you move the damned sign to a
straight part of the road, I'll be able to see the deer in plenty of time."

The
cattle buyer and his wife were attending the State Fair and his wife decided
to visit a psychic on the midway.

In
a dark and hazy tent, peering into a crystal ball surrounded by candles,
the mystic delivered grave news…

"There's
no easy way to say this, so I'll just be blunt. Prepare yourself
to be a widow. Your husband will die a violent and horrible death this
year."

Visibly
shaken, the cattle buyer’s wife thought about the years of misery and abuse
she had experienced in her marriage. She took a few deep breaths
to compose herself and then asked the psychic…

"Will
I be acquitted?"

Sam
had hauled some calves to the sale and by the time they sold and he got
his check, it was nearly dark. He knew there was a good chance he
would get stopped if his trailer lights weren’t working, so he decided
to check them out before starting for home.

Just
as he got to his pickup and trailer, he spotted Bart, a local cattle buyer,
headed for his Lincoln. Sam
yelled, “Hey Bart, give me a hand.”

Bart
walked over and Sam asked him to stand behind the trailer and let him know
if the lights were working.

“Are
the tail lights working?” asked Sam.

“Yeah”,
said Bart.

“How
about the brake lights?” asked Sam.

“They’re
working”, said Bart.

“OK,
here goes the left turn signal. Is it working?” asked Sam.

Bart
answered, “Yes… No… Yes… No…”

Nancy
heard someone drive up and looked out to see Bart, a local cattle buyer,
getting out of his car. He came to the door and explained that her
husband asked him to look at the steers in the South Pasture. After
he had looked at the cattle, Bart stopped at the house and knocked on the
door.

When
Nancy came to the door, Bart said, "Tell Tom I'll call him tonight about
the steers. By the way, Nancy... You just get prettier and prettier.
In fact, you look so good, I'll pay you $1,000 if you'll take off your
blouse."

Bart
was an uncurable flirt who delighted in making women uncomfortable with
his outrageous advances and Nancy decided to call his bluff.

She
said, "Bart, the screen door's locked and it's going to stay that way.
Slide the money under the door."

Bart
reached in his pocket, pulled out a roll of money, peeled off ten $100
bills and slid them under the door.

Not
about to let Bart back her down, she took off her blouse. Bart peeled
off 10 more $100 bills and said, "You can have this $1,000 if you'll take
off your bra."

Certain
that Bart expected and would truly enjoy it if she reacted with indignant
outrage, she said, "Put your money where your mouth is." Bart immediately
slid the money under the door.

Figuring
she was about to get the best of Bart and $2,000 of his money, Nancy nonchalantly
took off her bra, picked up the money, and then closed the door.

That
evening, at dinner, Tom asked Nancy, "Did Bart make it out here today?"

Nancy
replied, "He did. He was here mid-afternoon, looked at the steers,
and said he would call you tonight."

Then
Tom asked, "Did he leave $2,000? I loaned him some money last week
and he told me this morning he would go by the Bank, get the money, and
leave it here this afternoon."